Saturday, May 12, 2012

Originally Appeared HereLyrics like fire, take you out in a minute, boy'Cause your rhymes are just warm wind blowin' in from Minicoy(1)Quark's doing to what he can to earn the constable's trustCatch Kressari running guns, help Odo make a bust.Why don't you be my deputy, whatcha say, Quark?Odo needs an ally while he's breaking in the NavarchThe Ferengi wants incentive that's a little more monetaryWhile Kira's sweatin', settin' stones at the monasteryShe's not used to being useless, rather die with her boots onJust then Winn butts in sportin' a hat by Jorn Utzon(2)Talks all high and holy and on the straight and narrowBut she's secretly in league with the Circle's center, JaroKira's kidnapped by the masked men right in the arboretum,Quark locates their hide out so the rescue team can beat 'em They're all back on the station to prepare a last standStarfleet orders evacuation, but Sisko's got a plan.

Island Home of an ambassador Commander Sisko knew, who was full of hot air.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Originally Appeared HereI got synonyms like Data(1), metaphors like a Tamarian(2),A simile assimilator with more game than a Ktarian(3).Within one man, I'm a whole FederationWho can wreck an MC with no hesitationBut sometimes I make peace just to sow some confusion(4)Sometimes I like the holosuite though it's all an illusionIt all starts out when Kira sees an earringSo she borrows the Chief away from engineeringAnd she's off to rescue any prisoners that remain Bluffin' past the border, Rulot seeds al a Gul Marayn(5)She brings Li Nalas back to the station,But you're gonna have to wait for the continuation.

Data had a habit of rattling off long lists of synonyms in the dark, early days of TNG

And if wishes were horses, even beggars would ride.Plotting courses straight through to the Alpha Quadrant side.Where we party all night on the Deep Space Nine,And dreams come true underneath the starshineNow Quark's got a girlie on each arm, sweet and hot like raktajino(1)Doesn't see the problem til he's losing cash in his casinoBut then Odo gets distracted by the Gunji JackdawsRunning down the promenade, people standing slackjawedIt's all fun and games until a subspace oscillationThreatens to displace every face upon the station.Bokai explains the situation, says it's about imaginationLeaves my dad a baseball for his desk, just a tchotchkeThen homeboy peaces out, walking off like Mazeroski(2).

Klingon coffee that appears throughout the series.

Pirates infielder who hit the first World-Series-Ending walk-off home run in 1960, a feat which Buck Bokai evidently duplicated.

There I was with my boys spittin' bars on the Promenade,They're hangin' on [my] every word like my name was Scheherazade(1)While I'm layin' down my lyrics, ready for some battle rhymesMy pops is in the GQ(2) fightin' on the Battle LinesWith Kira and Bashir and some space-pope Bajoran And some ugly ass mothers who have always been warrin'Killin all the time with with the Nol and the EnnisDeath bouncing back and forth like a deadly game of tennisThe crew gets rescued but they leave the Kai Opaka She'll take their brutal culture and transform it like Masaka(3).

From 1001 Arabian Nights. Her ability to keep the king interested in her tales saves her life.

Short for Gamma Quadrant, not Gentleman's Quarterly.

From TNG's Masks, where a space probe takes over the ship and begins transforming it into a temple to Masaka.